Our journeys tend to end up in specific pleasures
Starting with feminality and suburbs
Moving along the sculptures and fossils of museum
Our aimless excursions take us to dense forests
There we meet with many trees
Get entangled in bashful creepers
Thorny bushes pull us back
And in intense thirst burst out the margosa seeds
Shedding off our romantic infatuation
Leaving our liquor joint behind
We move towards the horizon of total renunciation
Our wrong excursions take us to specific pleasures
CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR
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